Holster: One of you gets the attic as dibs but I don’t know who to pick. So in order to get it, you have to come up with a better idea than chainsaw bullets.
Nursey: What about a gun that shoots mini sandwiches or something?
Tango: What about a gun that you can curve the bullets, so you can shoot around stuff?
Ransom: No, come on we need good ideas.
Whiskey: A gun that shoots another gun.
Holster: Ok getting bette–
Dex: A gun that shoots another gun that shoots chainsaw bullets.
hi i’m very emotional about tango looking up to chowder as a role model??? like??? tango’s look of adoration in that extra??? chowder’s friendly dad-hand on his back??? chowder showing the tadpoles the ropes of the smh and helping them adjust and encouraging them and them being super comfortable talking to chowder about everything, their problems but also their little victories and things they’re happy about??? i have Emotions
as always, i don’t identify as ace and am open to revision if i get something wrong.
Tango is so, so confused.
He got what he wanted last night. He thinks. At least, it’s what he thought he wanted. He was sitting with Whiskey, and Whiskey was laughing at him (the good kind of laughing, Tango’s pretty sure), and all at once the smile fell off Whiskey face and he was leaning in and laying a hand on Tango’s face. And then Whiskey was kissing him, Whiskey’s lips warm and sweet on his. Tango’s heart had sped up and flown to his throat, and he’d kissed back, as well as he could. He didn’t know what kind of kisses felt good, because kisses … well, they were nice, but they weren’t the right kind of nice, somehow.
I have never written this pairing before! Let’s see what I can do.
Tango’s curious. Tango’s so curious he might as well be named George instead of Tony. Doesn’t bother Whiskey much, but nothing bothers Whiskey much. He’s just not the type to get bothered. He doesn’t see why everyone else has to get so excited about shit. Life is the way it is, that’s Whiskey’s point of view and always has been. You take it and you deal with it.
And he deals with Tango. What’s the alternative, really? Bitch at him for all his questions? What good will that do? It’ll just upset Tango, and then he’ll have an upset Tango to deal with. Nah, it’s better to just indulge him. Let him be himself. Honestly, Whiskey secretly finds it kind of satisfying to hang out with Tango. Everything excites him, and it’s fun to watch. In a way, letting Tango get excited about things is the closest Whiskey can come to getting excited himself.
Today Tango’s in his dorm room. He asked if he could come, and Whiskey shrugged, because sure, hanging out with Tango is usually better than not hanging out with him, he guesses. Maybe it’ll even help. Lately Whiskey’s room has felt a bit like a prison. He’s not happy in the confines of small rooms in general, and this one feels particularly small, particularly confining. Sometimes he think he’ll itch to death if he stays there one more minute.
But maybe Tango will bring some… color to it, for lack of a better word. Some dimension. Just walking beside him, Whiskey feels something akin to encouragement. Being with Tango, he can breathe that much easier.
I got u fam, but like, sorry not sorry this turned into a piece of my Quest for Representation:
First off, Whiskey is Not Gay
He’s not.
Sure he’s never been in a relationship with a girl, but he’s never met one who interested him enough. He’s not in a rush, and if he ever feels lonely he can always find someone to make out with him at parties.
My son is demiromantic and doesn’t know it. He keeps telling himself he’s not broken, just reserved, and since he has such a hard time connecting with people in general it makes sense to him he’d have a hard time falling in love. Besides, nobody’s just naturally attracted to people they don’t know, right? It’s a thing that develops?
“there’s nothing wrong with me” is like a chant he tells himself when he sees how happy people in love are. He’s scared and he doesn’t know why and he doesn’t want to believe there’s anything wrong with him.
There isn’t. If you don’t like this headcanon plz come into my inbox and fight me personally I will wreck shit. Gray spectrum peeps deserve representation.
Even if he was going to develop feelings for someone, let alone a dude, it wouldn’t be someone like Tango.
Tango is Loud. Tango asks questions and smiles at strangers and isn’t afraid to stand out in a crowd. He’s cheerful and happy and all the things that Whiskey’s dad told him that masculine dudes aren’t supposed to be and usually Whiskey hates those kind of dudes but after a while he grows used to Tango’s questions and his soft annoying smiles start making Whiskey feel warm inside.
Oh god, Whiskey has the biggest panic when he realizes he’s not straight. He’s never really had attraction to someone and when it’s to a guy he’s shocked.
At the same time, he’s never been more relieved. He always assumed he was straightbroken not the kind of person to be in a relationship but he’s just so excited to know that he’ll be able to fall in love and hold hands with someone and wake up to them.
This is not for all gray spectrum peeps, some are 110% content to never be sexually/romantically attracted to people. This is just my cupio ass projecting on Whiskey.
And?? Whiskey has never ben in love before and he doesn’t know what to do. He didn’t participate in that whole exploring-your-sexuality in high school thing and he’s never dated anyone before because nobody attracted him and he’s more than a little overwhelmed. He kinda wants the attraction to go away. He has no idea what he’s doing and kinda shuts down around Tango for a while.
Tango notices. He asks questions. Whiskey has no idea what to do.
Does he just tell Tango he’s in love with him? Would that make Tango never want to be around him again? He doesn’t even know whether or not Tango is interested in dudes, and even if he was there’s no way he’d be interested in Whiskey, right?
Ohgodohgodohgod how does romance work?
Whiskey reads a bunch of Cosmo articles trying to figure it out. They don’t help.
He just does his best to use his Chill Exterior to deflect the questions, and for the most part Tango lets it go. But he can’t avoid it forever.
He hangs around the Lax bros a lot because it’s easy to pretend he’s straight and “normal” like he thought he was before Tango.
Even with friends outside of SMH, he can’t avoid Tango, even if he wanted to. They play on the same team.
Also he doesn’t want to. Tango is addictively kind and soft and curious and caring and Whiskey loves it.
He catches himself doing little things to impress Tango. He takes in a stray cat because Tango was worried about it (they name him Foxtrot) and he helps Tango with Physics homework (they’re science gays) and he might be shirtless a little more than strictly necessary.
It all culminates at a kegster. Both he and Tango are just tipsy enough to be giggly and Whiskey really likes the warm press of Tango laughing against him on the toxic couch and he really wants to kiss Tango but before he can even dismiss the thought Tango looks him dead in the eyes and it’s like his entire mind goes blank
He’s got it so bad for this boy
Tango’s voice is uncharacteristically quiet when he asks “Can I kiss you?”
Whiskey barely nods before he leans in and then it’s a perfect, perfect kiss and they make out for the rest of the night before passing out together curled up on the couch.
They go on their first official date the next morning at a Waffle House and they are Very Happy together.
Cross-posted on ao3, but I figured I would post it here in honor of the December tweets showing that my son really is smart!
The beginning of spring semester was somewhat of a blessing. For the whole Samwell hockey team, in retrospect. Ransom, Holster, and Lardo were now in their last semester, and the stress of their final year of college was less daunting. Bitty seemed significantly more relaxed and happy this semester, so whatever had been weighing on him so heavily during the fall had clearly resolved itself. And the new semester was a blessing for Tango, too. His first semester of college was over, it would get warmer soon, his teammates seemed happier…it’s as if a new relaxed atmosphere was there to reassure them that this semester would be a good one.
Tango had worried for a while about Bitty, and wanted to help, seeing as Bitty had been so kind to him and the whole team, but didn’t want to pry. Now, however, seeing him happy and back to the Bitty he met when he first started at Samwell, Tango knew it probably wasn’t his business and that Bitty could take care of himself. And if he couldn’t, his other teammates could, right?
Headcanon or just something I think would be cute or whatever, but not really a fic:
Tango and Whiskey, my boys, being physically affectionate bffs or bfs.
But like, more in private. In public, they’re not much more physical with each other than they are with the others (maybe a few extra shoulder pats or something, but nothing too Noticeable).
When they’re alone together, however, they’re close.
They sit with their shoulders pressed together and maybe watch a movie. Whiskey rests his head on Tango’s shoulder. His forearm lays on Tango’s leg, and Tango will reach over to intertwine their fingers- this gives him something to do with his hands as he fidgets. He lightly squeezes Whiskey’s hand and absentmindedly fiddles with fingers as he chatters about the movie or whatever they’re doing. Whiskey sits and listens, just enjoying the contact.
Sometimes one will lay his head in the other’s lap and have his hair stroked while they vent about their days together. Maybe they both lay down together after a particularly rough day and just enjoy the feeling of being in each others’ arms. They each feel a strong sense of comfort in the other.
Sometimes Whiskey’s really frustrated. He’s more quiet than usual during practice and ices out the rest of his teammates (no pun intended ;p). But, afterwards, he goes to Tango. He doesn’t need to say a word as the two of them leave together to find a quiet place where they can be a lone. Whiskey vents while Tango rubs his back supportively and asks about the problems, asks if there’s anything he can do to help. This helps Whiskey feel like someone’s listening, and helps him think through things.
Other times, it’s Tango with the problems. Perhaps he’s more chatty than usual, or maybe he’s unusually quieter as he wrings his hands and nervously heads into practice. Whiskey puts a supportive hand on his shoulder and is met with a sheepish smile from Tango. When they get to their quiet place, Whiskey immediately allows Tango to take hold of his hands to hold onto and fidget with while he spills his worries. Whiskey doesn’t say much, but does offer advice or at least a few sympathetic lines of “that sounds really shitty.” Sometimes after, he’ll lean forward and press a chaste kiss to Tango’s forehead (the nature of the kiss depending on their relationship with each other). It works for them.
just moving along like everyone else 